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GUTZON  BORGLUM 


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HOFFMAN 


MASK    OF    WOMAN    IN  GROUP 


"I  have  piped  unto  you 
and  ye  have  not  danced." 


EXHIBITION 
OF  SCULPTURE 

BY 

GUTZON  BORGLUM 

AVERY  LIBRARY 
COLUMBIA  UNIVERSITY 

FEBRUARY  TWENTY-EIGHT 
NINETEEN  FOURTEEN 


Copyright,  19  14,  by  Gutzon  Borglum. 


PAGE  THREE 


PREFACE 
UTZON     BORGLUM,  philos- 


opher,  poet,  and  student,  is  the 
type  of  man  that  stands  alone,  thinks 
alone,  and  acts  alone;  bound  to  no  con- 
ventions, a  nonconformist.  He  speaks 
as  he  thinks;  whether  one  thing  to-day 
and  another  to-morrow,  the  same  force, 
the  same  sincerity  of  purpose,  the  same 
individual  are  always  present.  His  na- 
tive talent  and  culture  have  drawn  him 
towards  the  very  confines  of  eternity;  to 
the  regions  of  mystic  shadows  that  have 
ever  stirred  the  souls  of  men.  His  vivid 
imagination  binds  him  to  no  particular 
"ism."  He  finds  a  fascination  in  them 
all,  and  from  each  are  chosen  the  haunt- 
ing flowers  and  woven  with  masterly  skill 
into  garlands  of  beauty;  into  forms,  and 
souls,  and  dreams.  He  believes  that  the 
very  essence  of  sculpture  is  correctness, 
and  there  seems  to  be  a  perfect  agree- 
ment between  his  understanding  and  his 
imagination.  With  him  knowledge 
points  the  way  and  imagination,  like  a 
playful  child,  romps  behind.  Intelli- 
gence alone  the  enchanted  path  to  things 
beautiful.  His  thirsting  desire  to  know 
has  plunged  him  headlong  into  fields 
abstruse,  and  with  the  generous  mind 
and  innocent  heart  of  the  child  he  takes 
us  by  the  hand,  wants  us  to  go  along  and 
enjoy  the  good  things  too. 


PAGE  FOUR 


Many  attempt  but  never  perform; 
Borglum  performs.  A  man's  work  self 
judges,  fixes  his  capacity.  The  savage 
with  his  rudely  carved  image  might 
properly  regard  the  figure  as  the  most 
remarkable  piece  of  art  imaginable, 
when  we  measure  the  extent  of  his  in- 
tellect. Therefore  Borglum  will  tell  you 
that  it  is  the  intellect  that  sends  the  chips 
of  marble  flying  and  not  the  hand.  The 
beauty  that  pleases  is  the  beauty  he  fol- 
lows. Truth  and  perfection  his  constant 
aims.  To  him  the  soul  that  renders  such 
work  commands.  He  follows  nature, 
not  as  the  fox  the  hare,  but  rather  as  the 
father  his  lost  child.  Borglum  gives  us 
no  pledge  and  his  spirit  exults  in  an  un- 
trammeled  freedom.  He  feels  indebted 
to  nobody,  and  the  wide  world  is  at  once 
his  temple  and  playground.  There  is 
nothing  impassive  in  his  creations;  they 
teem  with  emotion,  feeling,  and  life.  He 
seeks  the  relations  of  things  and  welds 
his  links  together  in  a  masterly  manner. 
He  employs  no  Fabian  tactics,  but 
marches  boldly  to  the  front,  relinquish- 
ing no  conquered  territory  without  a  bit- 
ter struggle.  America,  the  land  of  his 
birth,  he  makes  his  home.  He  is  keenly 
alive  to  the  treasures  that  lie  hidden  in 
every  page  of  his  country's  history. 
Theme  upon  theme  surge  through  his 
heart  and  his  mind,  as  restless  as  the 
ocean.  Like  a  fretting  horse  he  is  eager 
to  be  off.  Nothing  seems  to  satisfy  his 
parched  soul.    He  does  not  believe  in 


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accident;  achievement  is  born  of  genius 
and  work.  Shy  of  flattery ;  a  wholesome 
praise  acts  as  a  stimulus  to  his  inspira- 
tion. He  is  thoroughly  human  and 
wants  nothing  he  does  not  earn.  He 
works  for  the  world,  and  if  he  succeeds 
in  making  it  see  what  he  sees  and  feel 
what  he  feels,  then  he  is  happy. 

It  is  not  within  the  scope  of  this  ar- 
ticle to  dwell  upon  or  enumerate  the 
many  and  varied  works  that  mark  his 
genius  and  versatility,  and  that  plead 
eloquently  to  all  students  of  poetry,  and 
lovers  of  the  beautiful,  to  picture  the 
grace  and  sentiment  that  take  form  un- 
der his  feverish  hand.  The  Mares  of 
Diomedes,  the  Centaurs,  the  marvelous 
Head  of  Lincoln,  and  the  all  pervading 
love  and  affection  that  beam  from  those 
masterpieces.  Motherhood  and  Won- 
derment of  Motherhood. 

In  Borglum  we  find  no  extravagant 
fancy  of  a  deluded  mind  or  incapable 
hand.  No  sign  of  retrogression,  no  ten- 
dency toward  chaos,  no  turning  back  to 
mimic  the  primitive  art  of  cave-dwellers. 
The  cubes  and  pyramids  of  Pythagoras 
may  sleep  undisturbed.  The  hydro- 
cephalus of  the  new  perception  finds  no 
responsive  chord.  Nature,  as  we  all  see 
it,  alone  is  his  guide. 

In  leaving  these  happy  fields  I  pause 
before  the  figure  called  Conception. 
It  represents  the  image  of  a  female, 
strong  and  true,  chaste  and  beautiful. 
There  is  no  prostitution  of  the  intellect 


PAGE  SIX 


here,  no  delusions,  the  lines  conforming 
to  the  natural  beauty  that  God  gave  them. 
Here  in  all  the  sublimity  of  majesty  we 
see  the  symbolism  of  life ;  the  symbolism 
of  love,  affection,  devotion,  and  piety. 
Like  the  chrysalis  that  liberates  the 
butterfly,  we  see  the  soul  that  hovers 
above  this  classic  piece  of  marble.  We 
seem  to  feel  the  same  thrill  as  we  watch 
the  distended  lips  that  drink  in  the 
breath  of  life,  and  we  wonder.  There  is 
something  in  this  appealing  countenance 
that  strikes  us  with  peculiar  awe.  We 
see  a  soul  rising  above  passion.  We  feel 
the  same  adoration  that  we  do  for  the 
flower  that  forces  itself  up  through  the 
muddy  soil  into  a  new  life  and  light,  a 
sort  of  emancipation.  We  see  the  early 
morning  sun  break  through  the  skies  of 
splendor;  the  unfolding  of  the  rose,  the 
^'PFille  ziim  Guten/^  the  revelation ! 

Such  is  the  admiration,  charm  and 
glory  I  feel  in  this  bewitching  piece  of 
stone. 

George  Luks. 

New  York,  February  17,  191 4. 


PAGE  SEVEN 


LINCOLN  COLOSSAL  HEAD  IN  MARBLE 


Presented  to  the  American  Nation 
by  Eugene  Meyer,  Jiinr.,  Esquire. 
Now  in  the  Rotunda  of  the 
Capitol,  Washington,  D.C. 


PAGE  NINE 


NERO 


BRONZE  STATUETTE 


PAGE  ELEVEN 


Colossal  figure  of  Abraham  Lincoln 
sitting  on  a  park  bench. 
Now  in  Newark,  N.  J. 


PAGE  THIRTEEN 


THE  MARTYR 


PAGE  FIFTEEN 


'I  have  piped  unto  you 
ajid  ye  have  not  danced/'' 


'  I  have  piped  unto  you 
and  ye  have  not  danced. 


PAGE  NINETEEN 


Fragment  of  a  proposetl  frieze 
of  the  first  grief  of  Eve  over 
the  loss  of  Abel ;  unfinished 
but  completed  into  the 
figure  "Remorse/' 


PAGE  TWENTY-ONE 


THREE   OF    THE  APOSTLES 


Now  in  the  Church  oF 
St.  John  the  Divine. 


PAGE  TWENTY-TWO 


THE    MARES    OF  DIOMEDES 

Diomedes,  King  of  Thrace,  kept  a  band 
of  mares  to  which  all  prisoners  taken  in 
war  were  fed.  It  was  one  of  the  tasks 
of  Hercules  to  capture  these  mares,  which 
he  did.  Diomedes  pursued  Hercules,  and 
Hercules  was  obliged  to  abandon  the 
mares  to  give  battle  to  Diomedes,  who 
was  killed.  Recapturing  the  mares,  Her- 
cules fed  them  the  body  of  Dion)edes. 
This  immediately  tamed  them,  and  Her- 
cules took  them  away  to  the  mountains. 


PAGE  TWENTY-THREE 


PAGE 


"THE    WOOING    OF   THE    CENTAURS " 


PAGE  TWENTY-SEVEN 


THE  ATLAS 


Owned  by  Eugene 
Meyer,  |unr. ,  Esquire 


The  Atlas  is  here  represented  as 
a  woman  bearing  the  burden  of 
the  world  in  her  arms.  Tiie 
burden  of  the  world  is  borne 
in  the  arms  of  humanity. 


PAGE  TWENTY-EIGHT 


conception" 


The  awakening  to  motherhood. 


CONCEPTION  ' ' 

The  awakening  to  motherhood. 


PAGE  THIRTY-ONE 


PAGE  THIRTY-THREE 


RUSKIN 


BRONZE  STATUE 


PAGE  THIRTY-FIVE 


SHERIDAN 


Colossal  bronze  statue  of  General  Sheridan. 
Now  in  Massachusetts  Ave., 
Washington,  D.  C. 


PAGE  THIRTY-SEVEN 


SMITHSON 


PAGE  THIRTY-NINE 


PAGE  FORTY-THREE 


CATALOGUE 

SCULPTURE 

1  Mares  of  Diomedes.  Bronze. 

Owned  by  Metropolitan  Museum. 

2  Head  of  Lincoln. 
Original  in  marble. 

Owned  by  the  United  States. 
Capitol,  Washington,  D.  C. 

3  "I  have  piped  unto  you  and  ye  have 
not  danced."  Plaster. 

4  Fragment  of  Mares  of  Diomedes. 
Plaster. 

5  Fragment  of  Mares  of  Diomedes 
with  rider.  Plaster. 

6  Fragment  of  Mares  of  Diomedes. 
Bronze. 

Owned  by  Arthur  Turnbull.  Esq. 

7  Head  of  Sheridan's  Horse.  Plaster. 

Fragment  of  equestrian  statue, 
Washington,  D.  C. 

8  Newark  Lincoln.    Sketch.  Bronze. 

9  Grant  with  Aides.  Bronze. 

10  Ruskin.  Bronze. 

Loaned  by  Tiffany  &  Co. 

1 1  Nero.  Bronze. 

Loaned  by  Tiffany  &  Co. 


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12  Lincoln  Bust.  Bronze. 

Loaned  by  Tiffany  &  Co, 

13  Mask.  Bronze. 

14  Woman's  Mask.    "I  have  piped," 
etc.  Plaster. 

15  Man's  Mask.    "I  have  piped,"  etc. 
Plaster. 

16  Mask  of  Angel  of  The  Annuncia- 
tion. Bronze. 

17  Mask,  Edith  Wynne  Matthison. 
Terra-cotta. 

18  Smithson.  Plaster. 

19  Newark  Lincoln.  Plaster. 

20  Fragments. 

21  Prayer.  Bronze. 

22  Conception.  Marble. 

23  Maiden's  Prayer.  Marble. 

24  The  Martyr.  Marble. 

Loaned  by  Tiffany  &  Co. 

25  Orpheus.  Marble. 

Loaned  by  Mrs.  Liebman. 

26  The  Wooing  of  the  Centaurs. 
Marble. 

Loaned  by  Tiffany  &  Co. 

27  Night.  Marble. 

Loaned  by  Tiffany  &  Co. 


PAGE  FORTY-FIVE 

28  Atlas.  Marble. 

Owned  by  Eugene  Meyer,  Jr.,  Esq. 

29  Portrait  Bust.  Marble. 
Edith  Wynne  Matthison. 

30  Portrait  Bust.  Marble. 
Col.  E.  M.  L.  Ehlers. 

31  Portrait  Bust.  Marble. 
Senator  Elkins. 

32  Mask.  Marble. 

"I  have  piped  to  you." 

33  Mask.  Bronze. 

Angel  of  The  Annunciation. 

34  Wonderment  of  Motherhood. 
Marble. 

35  Portrait  Bust.    Marble.  Phyllis. 

36  Remorse.  Marble. 

37  Bas-relief.  Marble. 

38  Martyr.  Marble. 

Owned  by  Mrs.  Morris  Loeb. 

39  Mother  and  Child. 

40  The  Passing  Myth.  Marble. 

DRAWINGS 

Auguste  Rodin. 
Alexandre  Charpentier. 


